Ron
crushed his lips against Neville's, ignoring everything else. This
was Neville. Neville, who stumbled backward just a little bit,
Neville, who liked plants, who was kind to everyone, who saw good in
everyone (even Percy), who had a hidden fire deep inside of him that
Ron wanted to touch, Neville, who was slowly kissing him back.

It
had been a major shock, Ron's kiss, but it was a nice kind of shock.
His lips were soft and warm while his hands were strong and
confident, one on his lower back pulling him closer and that other on
the back of his neck, keeping him from pulling away.

Neville
had no idea what to do, but he knew that his knees were about to give
out, so he wrapped his arms around Ron's neck. He gasped against
Ron's lips, allowing a smooth tongue to slide into his mouth.
Neville moaned.

Ron
pressed up against him as close as he could. He just couldn't get
enough. He wanted so much more, but wouldn't allow himself to try to
obtain it. Oh, but the way Neville was pressed against him... That
was just perfect. More perfect and more right then anything had ever
felt before.

The
feeling of Ron's tongue in Neville's mouth was doing crazy things to
the gardener. It was dominating, but calm. Rough, but gentle. Hot,
but... well, it was just really hot.

Neville
finally broke away, gasping for breath.

"Ron,"
he breathed, "What was that?"

"Really
fucking nice," Ron replied and went to kiss Neville again, but
was stopped.

Neville
licked his lips and spoke softly, "What are we doing, Ron?"

"I
thought I was kissing you. I don't know what you're doing."

"Stop
joking around, Ron!" Neville exclaimed, "Why did you kiss
me?"

Ron
was quiet. He glanced down at his feet and picked at some dirt under
one of his fingernails, "I, uh... I like you. I like you a
lot," his voice was small. "That's why I was avoiding you.
I didn't... I was scared."

Neville
gazed up at him with full of emotions. Ron didn't know what emotions
they were, but he knew he liked them.

"Ron,
why didn't you just tell me?" he asked.

Breathing
in deeply, Ron replied, "I didn't understand it... I've never
liked another boy before so... It freaked me out. And I didn't know
if you liked me too or if you thought I was just a big loser or if
maybe you liked Percy or someone else. So I just... I hid from you,
I guess. I threw myself into something else so I wouldn't have to
deal with what I felt."

"One
sentence would've been fine, Ron," Neville said before crushing
his lips against Ron's. The redhead grunted and enveloped the
smaller boy in his arms.